Every "fairytale" love story begins with a curse

Haunted Cemetery

Byron lifted his shirt, bent forward under the kitchen light, revealed three lines of raw, inflamed skin on his back.

“Who scratched you?” Shannon asked.

“Not who. What.” Byron tucked his shirt into his faded denim jeans, winced as the fabric grazed his wounds.

“But we were only gone a minute. Are you sure you didn’t—” Harold started.

“I know what I saw.”

“You saw a shadow,” Shannon said.

“It growled.”

“An animal?” Harold said.

The cabinet behind them swung open. A glass salt shaker flew from the shelf and shattered on the floor.

“I think it followed us.”

word count: 100

—Nortina

Today is Veteran’s Day, but alas, I decided to go in a different direction with this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt (courtesy of J Hardy Carroll). I like to do the opposite of what’s expected of me. Besides, this Friday is Friday the 13th! 😉

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18 thoughts on “Haunted Cemetery”

Oh, this is creepy. I don’t think we’re supposed to follow a theme, or what most people write about. It’s what we see… and while there are many beautiful tribute stories, i am glad there are others, too. Like yours, which was great fun in its spookiness.

Thanks! I wasn’t sure if I’d get a little flak for not writing anything Veteran’s Day related. That seemed to be the common theme for this week, but I just couldn’t think of anything! Plus, I really wanted to write a ghost story 🙂